ADORED ✧.

hold me and explore me. mark your territory. tell me i'm the only one for you.

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✱ ⋆ ࿔ 𓂃 ࣪ let me adore you .

This  is  a semi-private,  selective fantasy  writing  blog  inspired  by  Dungeons  &  Dragons,  the  Forgotten  Realms,  and  Baldur's  Gate  3.  Crossover-friendly.  Content  will  include  suggestive,  explicit,  and  potentially  triggering  themes.  Please  do  not  interact  if  you  or  your  character  are  under  the  age  of  23.

INTERACTION GUIDE:

Be at least 23 +

Do not god mod or decide for my muses

Please, try not to be a jerk. If you don't agree with my portrayal or writing. You can block.

If you send a meme, I'm more than okay to turn it to thread as long as it's not the same type of thread we currently have.

I love multiple threads!

The thing is with me is I babble a lot. My replies tend to be long so don't ever feel pressure to match my length.

I love formatting my replies. I use double space because tumblr's spacing for me is too close. I tried not to but it's too difficult for my pea brain.

My muses' thoughts and opinions are not same as mine. I am not my muse nor my muses are me.

Following up the last bullet. NO SELF INSERTS PLEASE. ew.

that's it. love u <33

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YOU LIKING MY POSTS??? IN THIS ECONOMY??? come back here and let me squish u

only if its with LOVE!

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like for a dramatic / angsty / gore starter. idk i'll surprise you.

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friends.... write with me :( i PROMISE im back

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why are there so little mod for body 2 :( i just want cool armors !!

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update: rook is no longer a twink.

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yo... when will patch 8 come out. i need y'all to see less twink rook!!!

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what if y'all like this for a cute and sexy starter from your favorite girl????? aka me duh!

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miss you all besties.

[warden-commander-of-ferelden]

Neve Gallus - Dragon Age: The Veilguard

The wisps are drawn to something around here.

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😊 Sit down next to my muse from helaia to jinx

jinx  dropped  her  pack  to  the  ground  with  a  dramatic  sigh,  plopping  herself  down  beside  helaia  before  anyone  else  could  claim  the  spot.  her  movements  were  fluid,  as  if  every  step  had  been  deliberately  calculated  to  end  up  right  here,  next  to  the  one  person  she  never  seemed  to  tire  of  being  near.

she  flashed  helaia  a  warm,  almost  mischievous  smile  and,  without  hesitation,  leaned  her  head  gently  against  her  shoulder.  her  silvery-white  hair  brushed  against  helaia’s  arm,  and  she  let  out  a  contented  hum,  as  if  this  moment  was  the  only  rest  she  needed  after  the  day’s  endless  trek.

“ you  know, ” jinx  murmured,  her  voice  soft  but  carrying  just  enough  playful  lilt  to  lighten  the  air,  “ the  only  good  thing  about  this  whole  journey  is  getting  to  sit  here  with  you.  well,  that,  and  seeing  your  pretty  face  every  day.  makes  all  the  dust  and  monsters  almost  worth  it. ”

she  tilted  her  head  slightly,  catching  a  glimpse  of  helaia’s  profile,  her  grin  widening  at  any  flicker  of  reaction.  if  there  was  one  thing  jinx  loved  more  than  teasing  helaia,  it  was  the  chance  to  draw  her  out  of  her  shell,  even  if  just  for  a  moment.

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"Go on, Jinx. AMUSE ME."

jinx’s  mind  flickered  with  images  from  her  past  as  she  stood  before  the  imposing  presence  of  lolth.  the  memories  clawed  at  her,  each  one  sharper  than  the  last.  the  snickers  of  her  sisters  echoed  in  her  ears,  their  mocking  laughter  cutting  deeper  than  any  blade.

“ you’ll  never  be  one  of  us,  jinx.  leave  the  swords  to  the  real  drow. ” “ go  ahead,  play  your  little  games.  maybe  one  day  someone  will  take  you  seriously...  by  mistake. ”

she  had  tried  to  laugh  it  off,  to  cover  the  hurt  with  her  usual  cheerful  façade.  she’d  spun  dazzling  illusions  to  distract  herself,  to  convince  herself  she  didn’t  need  their  approval.  but  even  the  brightest  illusions  couldn’t  mask  the  sting  of  rejection.  her  own  family  had  called  her  weak,  strange,  unworthy  of  the  house’s  name.

for  years,  she  had  clung  to  the  dream  of  being  like  drizzt  do'urden.  a  rebel,  a  hero,  someone  who  could  rise  above  the  venomous  webs  of  drow  society  and  prove  that  she  was  different.  but  standing  here,  beneath  the  dark,  all-seeing  gaze  of  the  spider  queen,  a  new  clarity  dawned  on  her.

why  run?  why  hide?  why  seek  the  approval  of  those  who  would  never  see  her  worth?

her  lips  curled  into  a  slow,  sinister  smile  as  the  fire  of  vengeance  ignited  in  her  chest.  no,  she  didn’t  need  to  flee  like  drizzt.  she  didn’t  need  to  be  a  hero.  she  could  carve  her  own  path,  one  where  they  would  never  dare  look  down  on  her  again.

“ my  queen, ” she  began,  her  voice  honeyed  yet  sharp  as  a  blade,  “ you’ve  watched  me,  haven’t  you?  watched  as  they  spat  on  me,  mocked  me,  cast  me  aside  as  nothing  more  than  a  shadow.  they  think  me  weak.  but  shadows,  mother  of  spiders,  are  where  your  power  thrives,  aren’t  they? ”

she  stepped  forward,  her  illusions  swirling  around  her,  shifting  and  coiling  like  predators  ready  to  strike.  her  tone  grew  darker,  her  grin  more  wicked.

“ why  should  i  run  from  them  when  i  can  make  them  bow?  i’ll  show  them  the  strength  they  refused  to  see.  i’ll  become  more  than  they  could  ever  dream—a  matriarch  greater  than  any  in  my  family’s  history.  when  they  see  my  shadow  darken  their  halls,  they  will  tremble.  when  they  hear  my  name  whispered,  they  will  fall  to  their  knees,  begging  for  mercy  i  will  not  grant. ”

her  voice  dropped  to  a  venomous  whisper,  her  glowing  eyes  fixed  on  lolth’s.

“ and  all  of  it,  my  queen,  will  be  in  your  honor.  give  me  your  blessing,  and  i  will  make  the  underdark  itself  sing  of  my  vengeance. ”

the  illusions  around  her  solidified  into  a  towering  image  of  a  throne,  wreathed  in  shadows  and  spider  silk,  a  vision  of  the  power  she  craved.  jinx  knelt  before  lolth,  her  head  bowed  but  her  resolve  unshakable.

“ amuse  you?  oh,  my  queen,  i’ll  do  far  more  than  that.  i’ll  reshape  the  web  of  our  world, so  that  all  who  walk  the  depths  may  tremble  at  your  glory.  your  name  will  be  whispered  with  fear  and  reverence,  as  even  the  most  defiant  will  bow  before  your  power,  knowing  that  all  things,  even  their  fate,  are  woven  by  your  hand. ”

[speculor]

Karma is immediately met with the most pathetic puppy eyes ever seen on a 'drow' when she confirms that it is the scar. They'd thought it looked sort of cool, added the slightest bit of hardness to otherwise soft features. Well... they supposed they could try and cover it up maybe? Though it was in a rather difficult place to cover and wasting a valuable spell slot on a disguise spell seemed... unnecessary. So it would have to just... be then.

Thankfully, their mind would pulled elsewhere as she continues speaking. "You're um, not so bad either." That would immediately wipe the pout from their face, replacing it with a smile. Even if she was a bit harsh at times, she didn't appear to do so with any sort of malice.

Though... they were growing a tiny bit concerned with the grin on the others face at the mention of their woman they'd served. "I... don't believe I even would need to tell you." Because it would be written all over their face if they laid eyes on her. Somehow, they doubted that would ever happen, the more likely scenario is they're dragged home to meet her.

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a familiar warmth grows in her heart. one she have not felt for a while or rather suppressed herself to feel. caring never brought her any good but with the change of her current circumstance and doom looming over their head ... there's nothing worst that could possibly happen. she returns his smile and finishes up sharpening her sword. who knows what tomorrow would bring, or even tonight.

and the anger for the unknown woman only grows. she nods as an acknowledgement, understanding what he means. perhaps it'd be better to haunt the woman than leave to faith.

“ well, it's getting late. we ought to get some rest. we still have a lot of travelling to do, ” she speaks as she gets up to dust herself off. she was about to walk to her tent but stopped. “ when i wake up, you'll still be here ... right ? ” her voice as soft as a whisper. she did not even dare to look back. she felt silly even asking that question but, that short vulnerable moment she shared with him terrified her.

[mysticrosed-deactivated20250119]

♡ 10 / 10 will beat you with his lute .

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kitty you will always be a qt.

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NSFW PROMPTS: LESS CRINGY EDITION @adorectrine sent: [ STRADDLE ]: sender ( kitty ) sits in receivers lap to tease ( pre tadpole ) Kore.

She has to admit, she doesn't expect the half-elf to pull a move from her book and take a seat atop her lap. But where Kore is used to settling sideways and kicking her legs up, more focused on her own dramatics in her taunting, Kitty opted for something bolder... That's how she found her own lap being straddled by the assassin instead.

Raising an eyebrow as she stares upwards at the woman, a slow smile spreads across her blood-glossed lips. She can work with this.

"Is it comfortable up there?" Kore asks, head tilting to the side, as she slowly starts laying backwards and stretching her arms above her head. "Is the view pretty enough for a soft thing like you...?" Her back arches, drawing attention straight to her tits and her uncovered stomach.

Before Kitty can even answer, Kore's tail shifts and wraps once around the woman's waist, holding her right in place and forcing her to grind down onto her lap. Either the woman will squirm and give up, or she'll be willing to offer something sweeter... Either way, the bhaalspawn wins.

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does this little bhaal kin thinks it will be so easy to taunt her? she can play the same game kore is trying to pull on her. she won't deny that it's a bold move for her to mimic what kore often does to gortash when she is around. being this close to kore has never been safe for anyone. then again, she is known for living dangerously. there's a reason why gortash favors her. she fears nothing. not even bhaal's very own flesh.

comfotable is not a term she would use, especially now that kore seems to be unbothered by her little stunt. she thought for sure this will catch bhaal's princess off - guard. have her flustered by the unwanted closeness ... but no. it's too late to back out now. her senses are on high - alert, ready to dodge what kore has in mind. “ not yet, ” she responds with her shameless eyes leering over kore's skin. she may be a bloodlust little monster but, she won't deny the fact that she is very easy in the eyes. no wonder gortash can't get enough of her.

she holds back a gasp when kore's tails wrap around her waist. this is already going way too far than what she had planned. her pride weighed too much for her to back up on what she started. her calloused hands moves to grab kore's neck, a gentle pressure pressed on her throat as her hips moves against kore. her hand slowly moving down to kore's chest. a smirk plays on her lips, she is so certain that kore would push her away anytime soon. so she might as well enjoy the sensation she feels between her legs.

“ ... so why don't you show me what gortash is so crazy for? ” she purrs as her rough hands move beneath kore's armor to grab her tits. giving it a gentle squeeze as she puts her weight down and grinds against kore's legs.

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Holliday Grainger as Lucrezia Borgia THE BORGIAS | 1.01 The Poisoned Chalice